Blackbeak Bluff who would like to hear the gruesome details.

The young man acknowledged her, a tone of indifference cast over his voice. To hide something. He was wearing something heavy over himself — wrapped in it, even. She doubted the wolves here knew of grog or partook as heavily as her companions did, but he looked the sort that would drown himself in it, rather than in the sea. Or do the first before the latter. No Tortuga pirate would admit that emotion of sadness or grief, but she had seen it expressed in every indirect way possible.

Eartha pushed the analysis aside. She could interest herself in the dealings of the locals after she found Alizarin. Not before. Information, she said, keeping her voice flat and level. I'm looking for someone. A boy. Dark red. Golden eyes. There weren't many wolves running around with that hue. He was hard to miss — that was his folly. You see anyone like that?